Date: 1748, 1754

"If we attend to that Curiosity, or prodigious Thirst of Knowledge, which is natural to the Mind in every Period of its Progress, and consider withal the endless Round of Business and Care, and the various Hardships to which the Bulk of Mankind are chained down, it is evident, that in this presen...

— Fordyce, David (bap. 1711, d. 1751)

Date: 1748, 1754

"[I]t may be said of most Men, that their intellectual Organs are as much shut up and secluded from proper Nourishment and Exercise in that little Circle to which they are confined, as the bodily Organs are in the Womb."

— Fordyce, David (bap. 1711, d. 1751)

Date: 1662, 1762

"Rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"And rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"This I say therefore, and testify in the Lord, that ye henceforth walk not as other Gentiles walk, in the vanity of their mind; having the understanding darkened, being alienated from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"My heart was hot within me; and while I was thus musing the fire kindled: and at the last I spake with my tongue."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"In the volume of the book it is written of me, that I should fulfil thy will, O my God: I am content to do it; yea, thy law is within my heart."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee: in a barren and dry land, where no water is."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"My soul melteth away for very heaviness: comfort thou me according unto thy word."

— The Church of England

Date: 1662, 1762

"Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler: the snare is broken, and we are delivered."

— The Church of England